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Director: Anne Reburn
Director of Photography: Justin Knodel
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Production Assistants: Orly Israel & Rafe Israel
Hair & Makeup: Tess Miller
Colorist: Ruben Herrera
Song Produced & Mixed by Fiona Foreman
Song Mastered by Nicholas Di Lorenzo
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Lyrics:
I'm crying into my milkshake on a bench at the boardwalk
'Cause my world is spinning out of control
I wouldn't have chosen this exact moment to have my little breakdown
But being strong for so long takes its toll
Ask me how it's going
I'll tell you, "oh, it's going"
I'm a mess, a disaster
Falling apart at the seams
The illusion of perfection is just that, never what it seems
At the end of my rope, my patience has run out
I just need a minute to meltdown
I know that it's not healthy to bottle up your feelings
But if I could I think that I would start
'Cause feeling everything all the time is pretty inconvenient
And I could use a break for my heart
Ask me how it's going
I'll tell you, "oh, it's going"
I'm a mess, a disaster
Falling apart at the seams
The illusion of perfection is just that, never what it seems
At the end of my rope, my patience has run out
I just need a minute to meltdown
(I just need a minute, I really just need a minute)
Look away if you need to
Don't pay me any mind
All aboard (Toot toot!) the struggle bus (All aboard!)
It's leaving you behind (Departing now!)
I'm a mess, a disaster
Falling apart at the seams
The illusion of perfection is just that, never what it seems
At the end of my rope, my patience has run out
I just need a minute to meltdown
I'm a wreck, a catastrophe
I'm falling apart at the seams
I can only hold for so long before the pressure gets to me
At the end of my rope, I have to let it out
I need a hug
I need a nap
I need to scream or I might snap
I just need a minute to meltdown then I'll pick myself back up and be okay